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  • Paris: The first day of Summer, 2009.

    It is the Parisian music festival and on every street there are musicians pushing out “Sweet home Alabama.” Each city block features at least three bands, and after several blocks we discover a total of two acts that aren’t playing American pop hits of the 1970’s or 80's. One was a troupe of Caribbean immigrants, and the other was an eight-year-old girl giving a solo violin recital in an alley.

    A band called ‘Five Magical Frogs’ has snared us into their mystic bog, to a pair of chairs at an outdoor brasserie.

    Like a freak (because I'm no vegetarian) I am counting the total number of animal products placed on my plate. I see some mayonnaise and an egg-which is the same thing (one), there are some mini-shrimp that would have come from a can if we were at home in the states (two), cheese (three), salmon (four), crab (five). The magical frogs are tuned into my mumbled numeric incantation, and in response they start singing: “We are the champions of the world.” They must know that earlier that day I went to the science museum and walked through countless rooms stuffed with taxidermies of extinct animals.

    I know what sort of a brasserie I’m at when I suddenly see the devil. No one knows that he is the devil, but he is dancing. He looks like a fantastic father, jumping up and down in the midst of a flock of children. Everyone at the brasserie assumes that the children are everyone else’s children. But those little ones are actually demons. The only way I know all this is that they are all shrieking and bouncing in glee to a song of which the refrain is “Hell! Hell! Hell!” Then I start to wonder where I am and what Paris really is.

    My Life Repeats Constantly!
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